And besides, he had been "thrown up to them" so much.

His white handkerchief was hanging out of his pocket behind, as usual on Sundays--accidentally.

Tom had no handkerchief, and he looked upon boys who had as snobs.
The congregation being fully assembled, now, the bell rang once more, to warn laggards and stragglers, and then a solemn hush fell upon the church which was only broken by the tittering and whispering of the choir in the gallery.

The choir always tittered and whispered all through service.

There was once a church choir that was not ill-bred, but I have forgotten where it was, now.